Playing with Two
Petite. Long blond hair. Joyous Texas accent. Warm hugs. Hot kisses. Her mouth on my clit, on his cock, on my nipples, on his nipples… She devouring his cock as she rolled a condom onto him (must learn this one!)… My mouth on her clit licking B’s cock as he thrust into her… Her mouth on my clit licking his cock…My mouth on his cock as he licked her clit…
She squatting over his mouth as I rode his cock, her hands on my shoulders bracing against me as she came, squirting into his mouth, as I shuddered on him with my hands on her hips and came as well, both of crying out at the same time… why, yes, B is a bit smug about that, as he should be.
No paying too much attention to one of us, no wanting to get one of us alone, no one left out at any time, no risk of emotional drama. Easily arranged, no weeks of hedging and courting only to find the woman is not sure she’s really bi. No issue with a husband I’m not attracted to. No stress of boundaries. At her home, where she had scented candles lit, blues playing on her stereo and soft flannel sheets on her beautiful antique 4-post bed. Water at the ready and warm towels to clean us with after we were done playing.
That we made this woman cum hard several times is perfect – we really do want a woman to join us, enjoy herself with us. Share in our passion and our pleasure.
We’ll do it again. But not for a few months. It’s a treat for us, something that is sweet icing, cannot be done too often to make it common. To give us time to gloat and remember and discuss and fantasize about the next time.
It was in our wedding vows, can’t let it fade.